As the sun set in the west, I opened up the familiar flask of mysterious, viscous sludge. I don’t know what inspired me to drink it before, but it gave me that strange tail. Right next to me was a container of stem cells that, according to the label on the side, you drank, and was supposed to reverse the effects of mutations like this. It was open and within arm’s reach, just in case something really bad happened, like my thumbs fell off or all my bones dissolved.
It’s hard to place the taste of this stuff. It’s almost like molasses, if molasses was extremely bitter and you drank a pint of it. Obviously I’m fine; turned out I didn’t need the purifier. Sitting in the darkness of the science lab entrance, I immediately began to notice the effects of the new mutation. At first I thought a light came on or something, but then I realized that my vision in the darkness had improved! Impressive. I put the stopper on the flask again, and I noticed something a bit odd about my skin: it was turning green. Not as green as the alien chick from Star Trek, but green enough for it to be noticeable. I flexed my hand, and it didn’t seem to hinder my movement, but… it felt very strange, like the stalk of a plant. Maybe it was a side effect of the mutation, but I sure didn’t feel like human flesh anymore. Interesting… I’m keeping the purifier. I don’t know the full extent of this mutation, but if it turns out to be a bad thing apart from the superficial weirdness, I’ll chug the stem cells. Shame, though… I’m getting used to having a tail.
With that out of the way, I descended the stairs of the science lab. I remember there being a lot of investigative journalism stories about the morally ambiguous experiments they performed in these strange laboratories, but I didn’t think they’d be the source of the zombie outbreak! I hacked a computer terminal and read one of the log entries. It was about a human experiment with some strange virus sample that turned the subject into… oh god dammit! It turned him into my nemesis: ol’ Mark Ruffalo. I quickly armed myself with the M1911, modified with a spare clip. I’m not used to the number of shots it carries, less than half that of the Glock, but thankfully the .45 calibur rounds are much more powerful. If the Hulk was still around here, I didn’t want to be caught off guard. Fortunately, even though it was pitch black in here, I could see many yards in front of me. As far as I knew, I had an edge up on the Hulk now.
I swept through every room, but there was nothing around here safe for a few automated defense systems. I headed to the north east end of the lab, and inside, I saw a few robot guards roaming around this small array of lockers. Why were they guarding this one spot? There had to be something valuable in those lockers! Again, my night vision came in handy here; I had an edge up on those robots. They all had a machine gun for a right arm, and if they could see as well as I could, I would have been dead the instant I opened up those doors.
I snuck up behind one, quietly as I could, and fired several shots into its chassis. Now in hindsight, that was incredibly stupid, since these things appeared to be armored and I’m not sure just how effective .45 calibur shots are against pure metal. However, I must have hit something sensitive, as it convulsed several times and exploded in a shower of sparks. That alerted a few of the other robots in the room, and they came over to investigate the disturbance. I took a few steps back, and they rolled past me, buzzing to themselves. They couldn’t see me… this was too perfect. About 10 minutes later of carefully kiting around them and shooting them in that sensitive spot, and the security bots were all dead. With that done, I opened up the first locker and - oh my…
Guns. Lots of them. And ammunition to boot. Holy crap, it’s like Knob Creek in here! Why the hell were there so many guns and ammo in this science lab? Oh who the hell cares! Obviously there wouldn’t be enough space in the motorbike’s box to carry all the guns, but I could still carry the ammo. I scooped as much of that as I could into the backpack, and then I perused through the racks of guns in the other lockers. I could take one or two with me… I wanted something long ranged that I could use to take down zombies or otherwise from a distance, something with a lot of stopping power…
I’ll need to make a second trip. It’s getting late, though, and I’m starting to get tired. Of all the things I’d forget to bring, I’d forget the rollmat. Eh, doesn’t matter. There are dorms down in the lab I could use, and these weird sliding doors seem sturdy enough. After securing one of the rooms, I closed the door and went to sleep on one of the beds. Pretty soft… I could fall right asleep in no time…
…what’s that weird clicking sound?